DOLLHOUSE DISASTER

DOLLHOUSE DISASTER [Intro — broken music box, whispered] Sit up straight. Cross your legs. Smile for the camera. Click. Oops… I think I broke something. [Verse 1 — sweet, eerie vocals] Pink walls, plastic paradise Painted lips and empty eyes Everybody wants a piece Of my porcelain fantasy Perfect hair, perfect skin Keep the ugly parts within Wind me up and watch me dance Like a pretty little accident [Pre-Chorus — ticking percussion] Dress me up Shut me down Put your little strings around Count to three Watch me smile But something’s breaking… All the while. [Chorus — explosive electronic drop] Dollhouse disaster! Watch me shatter faster Pretty little princess Turning into your nightmare Dollhouse disaster! Screaming through the plaster You can paint me perfect But you can’t control the fracture! La-la-la, break the glass Na-na-na, kiss the past Dollhouse disaster! I’m not your little masterpiece! [Verse 2 — darker, bass-heavy] Tea party with broken faces Tiny chairs and empty places All my friends are made of plastic Isn’t that a little tragic? You say, “Darling, don’t be difficult” I say, “Darling, that’s adorable” Take your crown and take your pearls I’m not made to fit Your perfect world [Pre-Chorus] Dress me up Shut me down Hear the cracks beneath my crown Count to three Watch me smile Then watch me ruin… Your perfect little lie. [Chorus — layered vocals] Dollhouse disaster! Watch me shatter faster Pretty little princess Turning into your nightmare Dollhouse disaster! Screaming through the plaster You can paint me perfect But you can’t control the fracture! La-la-la, break the glass Na-na-na, kiss the past Dollhouse disaster! I’m not your little masterpiece! [Bridge — music stops, whispered dialogue] “But you looked so happy…” Did I? “You had everything.” Everything you wanted. “What more could you need?” Pause. A door that opens from the inside. [Final Chorus — distorted bass, powerful vocals] DOLLHOUSE DISASTER! Let the walls fall faster Every little broken piece Is something I don’t have to be Dollhouse disaster! No more happy-ever-after You can keep your perfect world I’d rather be a real disaster! La-la-la, let it crash Na-na-na, no looking back Dollhouse disaster! I’M NOT YOUR LITTLE MASTERPIECE! [Outro — broken music box slowing down] You wanted a doll. You got a girl. Crack. And she wants out.